No-one could understand.
Each night he'd go out shooting skag,
Met a pusher who sold him a bag.
That's why he was..
Dead on arrival....
Ran out of money so he stole a car,
Tried to run but didn't get far.
Sent to prison, no turning back,
Saw his arm, weaned him off smack.
Out on parole tried to keep calm,
Finally died with a needle in his arm.
Yes out on parole, tried to keep calm,
Finally died with a needle in his arm.
Tracks in his arm made him a man, No-one could understand. Each night he'd go out shooting skag, Met a pusher who sold him a bag. That's why he was.. Dead on arrival.... Ran out of money so he stole a car, Tried to run but didn't get far. Sent to prison, no turning back, Saw his arm, weaned him off smack. Out on parole tried to keep calm, Finally died with a needle in his arm. Yes out on parole, tried to keep calm, Finally died with a needle in his arm. Explain Request ×
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